tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42122221409156009212018-03-02T09:17:58.123-08:00The Hebdon FamilyAdena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.comBlogger262125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-40194369467027268682013-04-14T19:45:00.001-07:002013-04-14T19:45:31.838-07:00Picnic and Big Bear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We met Daddy out on the farm one day and had a picnic. He was really pleased to see us and the kids had tons of fun.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eNEcXnVFoz4/UWtfcnEyn5I/AAAAAAAAEnA/RfbFdmyZVT4/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eNEcXnVFoz4/UWtfcnEyn5I/AAAAAAAAEnA/RfbFdmyZVT4/s640/003.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHeyx9MiZAg/UWtfdtqwPWI/AAAAAAAAEnI/bp_-ePXl5I0/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHeyx9MiZAg/UWtfdtqwPWI/AAAAAAAAEnI/bp_-ePXl5I0/s640/005.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPzScBxiZVw/UWtfd3GCzII/AAAAAAAAEnM/sH0g9emgbdM/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPzScBxiZVw/UWtfd3GCzII/AAAAAAAAEnM/sH0g9emgbdM/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;At the beginning of March we went to Big Bear. Brayden is the only one of our kids that even remembers snow so they were pretty excited. Ethan was probably the most excited. I was a little worried that his excitement would die down as soon as he got cold but it didn't. It's been a month and a half and every few days he'll randomly tell me "Mommy I love snow. It is soooo much fun!"<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHb5k1wQjME/UWtfgj2VpYI/AAAAAAAAEnY/kB3T6YlpFok/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHb5k1wQjME/UWtfgj2VpYI/AAAAAAAAEnY/kB3T6YlpFok/s640/008.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_c58ZcSUoE/UWtfiCQ3SJI/AAAAAAAAEng/OezhGzsSaic/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_c58ZcSUoE/UWtfiCQ3SJI/AAAAAAAAEng/OezhGzsSaic/s640/011.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>&nbsp;Brayden's preferred way to exit the sled.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAKqaKCak_w/UWtfihawOXI/AAAAAAAAEno/BGLA_HCNteQ/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAKqaKCak_w/UWtfihawOXI/AAAAAAAAEno/BGLA_HCNteQ/s640/013.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkvLWB241Nc/UWtfluLw75I/AAAAAAAAEnw/ISKcDzL2k-Y/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkvLWB241Nc/UWtfluLw75I/AAAAAAAAEnw/ISKcDzL2k-Y/s640/015.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>&nbsp;Daddy and Ethan. You can't see him, but he's in front of Greg.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tJAmXLRkFTE/UWtfnyKPPxI/AAAAAAAAEn8/WkYzFpp5uho/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tJAmXLRkFTE/UWtfnyKPPxI/AAAAAAAAEn8/WkYzFpp5uho/s640/019.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>He wasn't too happy about the snow in his face.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqrbLqz9ep0/UWtfnazAT_I/AAAAAAAAEn4/TloeDcuqMGI/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqrbLqz9ep0/UWtfnazAT_I/AAAAAAAAEn4/TloeDcuqMGI/s640/020.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">But he got over it pretty quick.</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtRu0sgyY4s/UWtfpGgGXuI/AAAAAAAAEoI/JPPVLSHcdYw/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtRu0sgyY4s/UWtfpGgGXuI/AAAAAAAAEoI/JPPVLSHcdYw/s640/022.JPG" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOZT35k7kt8/UWtftOuwsHI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/3MBoElhiEG0/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOZT35k7kt8/UWtftOuwsHI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/3MBoElhiEG0/s640/025.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERgyNy4dHTc/UWtftKv7RMI/AAAAAAAAEoU/i4TO_5OeIII/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERgyNy4dHTc/UWtftKv7RMI/AAAAAAAAEoU/i4TO_5OeIII/s640/027.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>&nbsp;Ethan LOVED to sled. He was out there for hours. The other kids would rotate but he stayed out there the entire time.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrZRVKoCfhc/UWtftlwat2I/AAAAAAAAEog/9TsdOoPL1jQ/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrZRVKoCfhc/UWtftlwat2I/AAAAAAAAEog/9TsdOoPL1jQ/s640/028.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uzpxKZm5ysg/UWtfyXBZgvI/AAAAAAAAEoo/o2hEAQSsuxA/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uzpxKZm5ysg/UWtfyXBZgvI/AAAAAAAAEoo/o2hEAQSsuxA/s640/033.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z920hEMv4bk/UWtfyjv92uI/AAAAAAAAEos/ItPxZ26uNJI/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z920hEMv4bk/UWtfyjv92uI/AAAAAAAAEos/ItPxZ26uNJI/s640/032.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f41Uh2cSBUs/UWtfy_KlkoI/AAAAAAAAEo0/yTqNiBAv3NA/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f41Uh2cSBUs/UWtfy_KlkoI/AAAAAAAAEo0/yTqNiBAv3NA/s640/031.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Qh8Nosv0PI/UWtf24dqIYI/AAAAAAAAEpA/U-RXTBLyFg4/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Qh8Nosv0PI/UWtf24dqIYI/AAAAAAAAEpA/U-RXTBLyFg4/s640/037.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>&nbsp;They also got to play in the hot tub. We went up with the John's and the Mora's, two other families in the area that homeschool. We try to do group activities every other week and this was one of those.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_y9BWeE76R0/UWtf3MjS7fI/AAAAAAAAEpE/KHOUJxKhInk/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_y9BWeE76R0/UWtf3MjS7fI/AAAAAAAAEpE/KHOUJxKhInk/s640/040.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-58974413490176726622013-04-14T18:46:00.000-07:002013-04-14T18:46:04.588-07:00January/February Catch Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I always tells myself I won't get behind and then it's April and I haven't posted January events. So this will mostly be pictures and commentary.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We walk to school almost every morning and Maddie really loves it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-upFNi87oolo/UWtYemM-IlI/AAAAAAAAElA/hyMr2m4b2aI/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-upFNi87oolo/UWtYemM-IlI/AAAAAAAAElA/hyMr2m4b2aI/s640/IMG_0036.JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;Maddie and Tawny at the John's house. We had an awesome night playing Lego Rock Band.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-w8pZo_Hfo/UWtYe5Yy6VI/AAAAAAAAElE/2Bg12bDqa9I/s1600/IMG_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-w8pZo_Hfo/UWtYe5Yy6VI/AAAAAAAAElE/2Bg12bDqa9I/s640/IMG_0037.JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;Greg had been baling every night for 4-5 days straight and was exhausted and came home to sleep about 6am. Unfortunately my kids are super loud and he's a light sleeper. So I got everyone ready early and we went to Denny's before school. The kids thought it was so much fun! It doesn't take very much to make their day.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOCX1mdz3v4/UWtYgtfTdXI/AAAAAAAAElQ/K368qeR0bmQ/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOCX1mdz3v4/UWtYgtfTdXI/AAAAAAAAElQ/K368qeR0bmQ/s640/IMG_0044.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Tawny was Student of the Month in January. We're all so proud of her!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSko1oPuujA/UWtYk61z7wI/AAAAAAAAElY/QxX-hAWUBa0/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSko1oPuujA/UWtYk61z7wI/AAAAAAAAElY/QxX-hAWUBa0/s640/IMG_0113.JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;Maddie in all her cuteness.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdiyddBcKPw/UWtYlDYjWiI/AAAAAAAAElc/QV-EG426oSk/s1600/IMG_0109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdiyddBcKPw/UWtYlDYjWiI/AAAAAAAAElc/QV-EG426oSk/s640/IMG_0109.JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;Tawny ready for soccer practice. For some reason she looks so big and grown up in the picture. Where did my little girl go? (On a sidenote, notice the coordinating flowers in her hair for practice. She was insistent that she needed to wear them. She also came home covered from head to toe in mud that day.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rcsa6xjF0oA/UWtYltPl1JI/AAAAAAAAElo/qomyJ3FKAEM/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rcsa6xjF0oA/UWtYltPl1JI/AAAAAAAAElo/qomyJ3FKAEM/s640/IMG_0115.JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;Tawny at a game. Somehow I didn't get a single picture of Brayden the entire season. In my defense, Greg worked during most of the games, so I was wrangling both little ones. My hands were kinda full.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVpmE3Mu7Vc/UWtYqUwwdyI/AAAAAAAAElw/1qpxi9qnC_c/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVpmE3Mu7Vc/UWtYqUwwdyI/AAAAAAAAElw/1qpxi9qnC_c/s640/IMG_0116.JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;Tawny with her two besties, Jade and Ava.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdWvAoV-NVI/UWtYrDaEk2I/AAAAAAAAEl4/bSaCuJPWIJM/s1600/IMG_0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdWvAoV-NVI/UWtYrDaEk2I/AAAAAAAAEl4/bSaCuJPWIJM/s640/IMG_0117.JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;Ethan sleeping and looking so innocent. He loves that little monkey.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiTKoEG3XbQ/UWtYvpPUpKI/AAAAAAAAEmA/b52ZV-6wk3Q/s1600/IMG_0137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiTKoEG3XbQ/UWtYvpPUpKI/AAAAAAAAEmA/b52ZV-6wk3Q/s640/IMG_0137.JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;Brayden got dressed one morning and told me his pants were a little too short. Those are Ethan's!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj_tQpfouWQ/UWtYv5j_WOI/AAAAAAAAEmE/qLIb-l7jdz4/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj_tQpfouWQ/UWtYv5j_WOI/AAAAAAAAEmE/qLIb-l7jdz4/s640/IMG_0132.JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;Look at that belly!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uk1Urz_6tZM/UWtYzttjUfI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/tbhijVJTeto/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uk1Urz_6tZM/UWtYzttjUfI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/tbhijVJTeto/s640/IMG_0145.JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;Looking cute for school!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjmlUITxfLs/UWtY0RyjCbI/AAAAAAAAEmY/j8Q6P4CdszE/s1600/IMG_0142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjmlUITxfLs/UWtY0RyjCbI/AAAAAAAAEmY/j8Q6P4CdszE/s640/IMG_0142.JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;I made this apron for a friend and was seeing if I had the sizing right. Ethan actually really loved it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoRlWUUOdLU/UWtY3sltUqI/AAAAAAAAEmg/Z0HYFiT2RsA/s1600/IMG_0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoRlWUUOdLU/UWtY3sltUqI/AAAAAAAAEmg/Z0HYFiT2RsA/s640/IMG_0188.JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;Relaxing with Papa. Again, the belly.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2hdLHm9YZ0w/UWtY4eItViI/AAAAAAAAEmo/1AQ2xE64WUA/s1600/IMG_0195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2hdLHm9YZ0w/UWtY4eItViI/AAAAAAAAEmo/1AQ2xE64WUA/s640/IMG_0195.JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;Playing miniature golf out in Palo Verde. The kids had so much fun!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVi6_4CXU54/UWtZZduXR2I/AAAAAAAAEmw/G4qDeo2MTB8/s1600/IMG_0124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVi6_4CXU54/UWtZZduXR2I/AAAAAAAAEmw/G4qDeo2MTB8/s640/IMG_0124.JPG" width="478" /></a></div><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-38005739945544829422013-03-18T13:32:00.002-07:002013-03-18T13:32:20.433-07:00EthanWhat to say about Ethan? We definitely gave him an appropriate nickname: E Rex. He destructive and wild, full of energy and&nbsp;mischievous ideas. He's rough and rowdy and has yet to go a day without hurting himself or someone else (usually Maddie). But he is also loving, and thoughtful. He loves to cuddle. My two favorite times of day are when he wakes up and right before bedtime. As soon as we wakes up he find me and crawls into my lap. At the end of the day he again crawls into my lap usually with a book or two for me to read. Many nights he puts his hands on both sides of my faces and says "I love you because you are MY mommy. And you love me because I am YOUR Ethan." In those moments all the craziness of the day melts away.<br /><br />While he is rough he very rarely means to hurt someone. He loves his little sister and tries so hard to help her be happy. He constantly is sharing his food with her, food she shouldn't have. It's a wonder she hasn't choked yet. If she cries he'll bring her toys, many many toys. So many toys that you can't see Maddie because she is completely covered.<br /><br />He loves to be outside. Trampolines, parks, tractor rides, sporting events, swimming, bikes, he loves it all. He loves to cheer for Brayden and Tawny at their games. When I yell something he'll repeat that some phrase until I yell something else. Obviously I make sure to keep everything I say very positive. &nbsp;His favorite toys right now are our plasma cars. He's worn holes in the toe of nearly every pair of shoes he has from dragging his feet to slow himself down.<br /><br />He loves nursery. Finally. It was quite a struggle for the first little bit, but now he has so much fun. He comes home every Sunday and tells me what he learned, what he had for snack, and who he played with. A month or so ago he was telling me about playing with the other kids and this is the conversation we had:<br />Mommy: Did you play with Savannah? Is she your friend<br />Ethan: Umm..Yeah! I love Savannah. (he really does)<br />Mommy: Did you play with Katie?<br />Ethan: Yep<br />Mommy: Did you play with Quinn.<br />Ethan: Ummm...Nope. We don't play. We just fight. I hit Quinn and Quinn hits me.<br /><br />He's a pretty funny kid. There are a few more stories I just have to include.<br /><br /><ul><li>Last night Ethan told Greg "Come here and sit on my lap!" So Greg pretended to sit on his lap. Ethan's response was "Daddy get off! You are too fat!"</li><li>The other day Ethan came in crying saying Brayden had peed on his head. When I questioned Brayden he said "But Mom, Ethan stuck his head in the toilet while I was peeing."</li><li>One day Ethan told me,"Mommy I love you so much if you poop on the ground I will clean it up." That's a lot of love.</li><li>After valentine's day he got into Daddy chocolate and ate almost an entire pound. When he saw me coming he frantically shoved the last few pieces into his mouth so I couldn't take it away.</li><li>After a particularly trying day I jokingly told Ethan that he was driving me crazy. He response was "No I not Mommy. I can't drive. I just walking."</li><li>After hitting his head a few times in one morning he went out to the garage, got a bicycle helmet and <span style="font-family: inherit;">wore it the rest of the day. He said "it keeps my noggin safe."</span></li><li><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">One of Ethan's prayers by himself. It went something like this "dear heavenly father, thank you for mommy, thank you for green suckers and purple popsicles and ring pops and ice cream. thank you for papa. help us sleep good and please give Ethan lots of ice cream with chocolate and sprinkles. In the name of Jesus Christ Amen." No lie. I was nearly crying by the end of the prayer from trying to hold in my laughter.</span></span></li></ul>Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-38327366198435361342013-03-16T06:16:00.001-07:002013-03-17T14:50:59.447-07:00TawnyTawny girl is my little princess. She is a prefect mix of girly and tomboy. She'll get all dressed up just to go work on the farm with daddy. She loves pink, nail polish, hair bows and anything that glitters.<br /><br />She played soccer this year and did really really well. She scored at least two goals every game except one and had a lot of fun. She is definitely aggressive and&nbsp;competitive&nbsp;like her mommy. She was constantly focused on the ball and scoring. I love her determination and focus. I also really love the enthusiasm she brings to everything she does. Now she is playing Tball and is having so much fun. She rotates with a few others playing on first and is doing really well.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1iJyVKxgYM/UURt7rrqdfI/AAAAAAAAEkw/5dryOAcPXjo/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1iJyVKxgYM/UURt7rrqdfI/AAAAAAAAEkw/5dryOAcPXjo/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Tawny is doing really well at school. We just got her second trimester report card and it was perfect across the board. She was also the Student of the Month in January. She is reading really well and loves reading books with me. Not only is she excelling&nbsp;academically&nbsp;but I am&nbsp;constantly&nbsp;being told by her teacher, office staff, aides, playground supervisors, etc... that is so kind and aware of those around her. She helps cheer up those who are sad, shares treats I send her for lunch, makes a point to play with those playing alone, always listens and obeys the rules.<br /><br />She also loves her dance class that she takes from Grandma Terri. She recently competed in the studio's dance competition and did really well. She won overall for her age division as well as overall for all the tap routines. She'll get to perform her dance at the fair and at recital. She also will get two trophies, which she is pretty excited about. She loves to perform and is really excited to perform a solo. I'll admit, me and Grandma are pretty excited that she loves to dance as much as we do.<br /><br />Tawny is also an amazing big sister and helper. If she sees I need help with something she usually will help without me even asking. She loves helping with Maddie, sometimes a little too much. She does dishes,&nbsp;vacuums, &nbsp;sorts laundry, and pretty much anything else I ask and she almost always does it without whining. She loves to cuddle and spend as much time with me as she can, which of course I love. I pretty much love everything about her.Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-44109031523295762822013-02-25T10:28:00.002-08:002013-02-25T10:28:22.152-08:00BraydenI wanted to do a separate post on each child. Be prepared for a little bit of bragging. :)<div><br /></div><div>Brayden is really enjoying homeschool and is doing really well (no surprise there). He was doing so well that we decided to test him out of 2nd grade and move him onto 3rd for math and literature. I was a little hesitant at first, but now I am so glad that we did. &nbsp;He finally seems to be at a level where he is being introduced to new material and having to think a little bit. Science seems to be his favorite subject, followed closely by math. He loves to read, but doesn't love the analysis that comes along with his literature assignment. I can't say I blame him. It's definitely more fun to read for pleasure.</div><div><br /></div><div>He just finished his soccer season and did really well. He mentally understood the game this year, which I loved to see. He was able to read plays, and get in front of the ball. He scored 5 goals this year, which was great since they only played 6 games. He gave a 100% at all the games and left the field breathless. He was first string and played at least 3 quarters so he was pretty tired but wouldn't quit. &nbsp;Again, something I loved to see. Somehow I didn't get any pictures of him playing, probably because Greg worked most mornings and I had all the kids at the game by myself and didn't have a chance to snap a pic. Sad.</div><div><br /></div><div>His health has been a lot better this year. I know a big factor in that is his being home schooled. I'm able to control his exposures and catch his asthma before it becomes a problem. But I also think he may be growing out of his asthma and some of his allergies. He tolerates eggs in smaller amounts and is doing the same with soy. His asthma doesn't seem to bother him as much either. In fact, he played the entire soccer season without a single incident. It's made life so much more pleasant to have that worry lessened. Brayden seems much happier and so am I!</div><div><br /></div><div>Brayden is doing a lot of other activities as well. He takes tumbling ever week from my mom, and enjoys that. He is also taking piano lessons and is doing really well. &nbsp;He has a natural ear and rhythm. I love hearing someone else playing songs on my piano. I take lessons as well, so it's a fun thing we get to do together. It's nice to have a chance to spend time one-on-one with Brayden. Baseball is just starting and if it's anything like last year he'll love it. He's playing coach pitch this year, which is a nice transition between t-ball and traditional baseball.</div><div><br /></div><div>Brayden will be 8 in May and has started preparing to be baptized. One goal he set for himself is to have all the Articles of Faith memorized. He's been reading his scriptures every morning. He has such a strong desire to do what is right. He has a very strong knowledge of the gospel for his age and is able to to answer most questions I ask him. He knows what is right and isn't afraid to stand up for his beliefs. His soccer coach was planning a team party on Sunday. This is about what Brayden said to me after he found out,"Mom, our party is on Sunday. I told the coach I wouldn't be there because it is the Sabbath Day, the day I go to church and think about Jesus." No anger or disappointment. Just an attitude of "oh-well. That's just how it is". The coach came up to me a few minutes later and told me what happened. He was so impressed with Brayden and said he would take work off and move the party to Saturday. Another time at soccer some of the boys were ridiculing a less popular girl on the team. As I was looking to make sure Brayden hadn't joined in, he walked over and told them they needed to stop and to be kind. Unfortunately they didn't and instead began to tease Brayden until the coach saw what was going on and put a stop to it. When I asked him about it later all he did was shrug his shoulders and say "I'd rather them tease me than her. She's sad a lot". Wow. I couldn't have been more proud of him then I was at that moment.</div>Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-3974514407265685742013-02-23T22:13:00.000-08:002013-02-23T22:13:01.750-08:00Winter Break<br />The rest of winter break was packed full of fun things. Before I get started though this is a picture of Maddie I missed from Christmas Day. That outfit is the outfit I wore on my first Christmas and I love it. I'm sl glad my mom saved it all of these years.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3q2tJ9SiA0/USjb0cvMBII/AAAAAAAAEiE/RqklJpiiZyo/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3q2tJ9SiA0/USjb0cvMBII/AAAAAAAAEiE/RqklJpiiZyo/s640/photo.JPG" width="476" /></a></div><br />Because the weather was so nice, we played outside a lot. Brayden, Tawny and Ethan were too fast to get a picture of. They played in the sandbox, trampoline, football and soccer with their uncles, rode bikes, went on Jeep rides and walks with Grandma and Papa. Maddie was a lot more stationary so I got a few cute pics of her. She is the first of my kids that hasn't freaked out over grass.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwT6FtoRXtE/USjb1au-H5I/AAAAAAAAEiM/5bcKCnovZjc/s1600/m.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwT6FtoRXtE/USjb1au-H5I/AAAAAAAAEiM/5bcKCnovZjc/s640/m.JPG" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is what Ethan looked like pretty much everywhere after Christmas. Greg and I got him a dinosaur backpack. He loves it and wears it pretty much everywhere.</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JDlIWg_5G3k/USjckK1q-lI/AAAAAAAAEiU/fM1mHITas48/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JDlIWg_5G3k/USjckK1q-lI/AAAAAAAAEiU/fM1mHITas48/s640/IMG_0074.JPG" width="476" /></a><div><br /></div><div>The weekend after Christmas I took the kids to Phoenix for a fun day. I was a little worried about having all four by myself but it turn out to be a really great day. Brayden and Tawny were awesome about helping with Ethan. He couldn't ask for a better big brother and sister. We went to the discovery museum again. I swear the kids could go there everyday and not get tired of it.&nbsp;</div><div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JeSok0Rnz0o/USjckg8DONI/AAAAAAAAEiY/bdyDHMILMwM/s1600/IMG_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JeSok0Rnz0o/USjckg8DONI/AAAAAAAAEiY/bdyDHMILMwM/s640/IMG_0083.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />After that we went to Red Robin for dinner which was a little crazy. The older three were great, but Maddie had a little meltdown and I couldn't take her out because the other three were still eating and I wasn't going to leave them there alone. So I was that mom with the screaming kid that ruined everyone else's meal. Needless to stay we didn't hang around any extra.<br /><br />From there we went to the Mesa Temple to see the Christmas lights. I wish I would have taken more pictures, but my hands were full with pushing the stroller and chasing Ethan from one display to the next. The lights were gorgeous and they also ha the most beautiful life size nativity scenes. Each scene showed a different part of the story and had a except from a general authority talk being played that pertained to that scene. Brayden really loved that part and was able to name most of the general authorities speaking by their voice. I was pretty impressed.<br /><br />Ethan LOVED the lights. He ran from one display to the next, shouting at the top of his lungs how pretty it was and how much he loved it. &nbsp;I was pretty proud of myself for not losing him! He seemed to be a source of entertainment to everyone around us, especially the older couples. &nbsp;I had quite a few people tell me how cute he was. &nbsp;I have to agree.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-picasa-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-em4hA-Pa-NU/USjclLWcaWI/AAAAAAAAEik/MUX39JUnkJ4/s1600/IMG_0084.MOV"><param name="movie" value="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fredirector.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Dff66774005a290da%26itag%3D18%26source%3Dpicasa%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%253Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1364224407%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Csource%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3DBDCC5B71ED1B816EB6D789FD40D62269867B7838.9DF8BD8D7C7B7D3E4191438759E01A5FDC0D52B9%26key%3Dlh1" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fredirector.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Dff66774005a290da%26itag%3D18%26source%3Dpicasa%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%253Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1364224407%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Csource%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3DBDCC5B71ED1B816EB6D789FD40D62269867B7838.9DF8BD8D7C7B7D3E4191438759E01A5FDC0D52B9%26key%3Dlh1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had an indoor picnic and watched a movie for New Year's. We celebrated on New York time, which was perfect for the kids.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63ESRpB7gzk/USjbqpqN1aI/AAAAAAAAEhM/XK0k59fSeGU/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63ESRpB7gzk/USjbqpqN1aI/AAAAAAAAEhM/XK0k59fSeGU/s640/036.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On New Year's Day we went for a bike ride together. The church is only a block away and it's parking lot is perfect for the kids to ride around in without worrying about traffic. Ethan really loves the the bike trailer. I think it's the speed at which he gets to travel. It's definitely faster than he goes on his tricycle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6sFfno0uWM/USjcyT4UvcI/AAAAAAAAEjM/Rhark9d_Gpo/s1600/IMG_0099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6sFfno0uWM/USjcyT4UvcI/AAAAAAAAEjM/Rhark9d_Gpo/s640/IMG_0099.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Towards the end of Winter Break the kids wanted to have a party, but we didn't really have a reason. It was raining that day, which doesn't happen here too often, so we decided that was definitely a reason to have a party. We went to the dollar store and bought hats, cups, plates and party favors. Then we went to the grocery store and I let the kids pick food for the party. Let's just say the menu was very interesting. Pudding, Cheese Whiz, Koolaid, watermelon, cupcakes. And Brayden couldn't figure out why his tummy hurt afterward.</div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ecNjX6mTf0/USjbqql9xoI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/har9AJTZwV0/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ecNjX6mTf0/USjbqql9xoI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/har9AJTZwV0/s640/040.JPG" width="640" /></a></div></div><div>Papa didn't really care for the pudding. Ha-ha!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3JwhAZrDRR4/USjbwJ5ONGI/AAAAAAAAEhk/pntS0XDAwfU/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3JwhAZrDRR4/USjbwJ5ONGI/AAAAAAAAEhk/pntS0XDAwfU/s640/043.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />We found these sticky mustaches at the dollar store and had so much fun being silly.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4phT7PUkICQ/USjbq_85WAI/AAAAAAAAEhY/_zhzufsFD3U/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4phT7PUkICQ/USjbq_85WAI/AAAAAAAAEhY/_zhzufsFD3U/s640/041.JPG" width="640" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-2fdDkX3vc/USjbwdZcnQI/AAAAAAAAEhs/FY604C9QVRg/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-2fdDkX3vc/USjbwdZcnQI/AAAAAAAAEhs/FY604C9QVRg/s640/046.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtEnUjzwqeY/USjbw6KuM7I/AAAAAAAAEhw/JSRuxRnNpEA/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtEnUjzwqeY/USjbw6KuM7I/AAAAAAAAEhw/JSRuxRnNpEA/s640/047.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ev_znSlKO1k/USjbzCTkSEI/AAAAAAAAEh8/u3dWicEekPs/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ev_znSlKO1k/USjbzCTkSEI/AAAAAAAAEh8/u3dWicEekPs/s640/048.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />This is how Greg prefers to eat his dessert. &nbsp;I like his style.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thufl-G2rWE/USjckEcPKbI/AAAAAAAAEic/5h-bU3ebEt4/s1600/IMG_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thufl-G2rWE/USjckEcPKbI/AAAAAAAAEic/5h-bU3ebEt4/s640/IMG_0079.JPG" width="478" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;Maddie also really loves her food.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bLeL8cIZ5w4/USjcxFRqAAI/AAAAAAAAEjE/1hBE30xeC-Q/s1600/IMG_0096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bLeL8cIZ5w4/USjcxFRqAAI/AAAAAAAAEjE/1hBE30xeC-Q/s640/IMG_0096.JPG" width="478" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;Ethan had so much fun at the dentist. I was so proud with how well he did. He sat the whole time and did everything they asked. What a big boy!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYV43edkzoE/USjc1nseWEI/AAAAAAAAEjU/kPRKoYJ5hMg/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYV43edkzoE/USjc1nseWEI/AAAAAAAAEjU/kPRKoYJ5hMg/s640/IMG_0106.JPG" width="478" /></a></div><br /><br /></div>Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-4794917668214665632013-01-28T05:50:00.001-08:002013-01-28T05:50:22.350-08:00Christmas Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We started Christmas Day upstairs in our room because that is where the fireplace is. We had to hang our stockings by it so Santa could come. Maddie was very confused with the entire day's proceedings. The other kids understood exactly what to do. Ethan was maybe a little too enthusiastic with the present opening. He kept opening other people's presents.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HJAHMdmJXGY/UQZ9NYW53dI/AAAAAAAAEd0/LImQS2De9-A/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HJAHMdmJXGY/UQZ9NYW53dI/AAAAAAAAEd0/LImQS2De9-A/s640/049.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYPZBdpUNUk/UQZ9NYHQFnI/AAAAAAAAEd4/ezLniLC1_18/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYPZBdpUNUk/UQZ9NYHQFnI/AAAAAAAAEd4/ezLniLC1_18/s640/045.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Daddy got a .223 from the family, as well as a scope, case and tons of ammo. He was pretty excited. He got another rifle from my dad and I got a shotgun from him. I guess it was the year of weaponry for us!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p5dDL1_7d2k/UQZ-LpbEChI/AAAAAAAAEeI/EQ078sQoCpw/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p5dDL1_7d2k/UQZ-LpbEChI/AAAAAAAAEeI/EQ078sQoCpw/s640/003.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Ethan loved his sock monkey from Grandma Hebdon. He sleeps with it nearly every night and at nap time.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mw5IILVmVis/UQZ-NfvK_qI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/YgxXClkUzfw/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mw5IILVmVis/UQZ-NfvK_qI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/YgxXClkUzfw/s640/007.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;We all loved the hats from Grandma and Grandpa Hebdon, except maybe Maddie. I think I might love them the most of all.!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Kbc58388Vs/UQZ-OJG5bmI/AAAAAAAAEeU/CJIBZalKzKU/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Kbc58388Vs/UQZ-OJG5bmI/AAAAAAAAEeU/CJIBZalKzKU/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Maddie and her baby doll.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rOTqwKd59I/UQZ-Oj6gP8I/AAAAAAAAEeg/Cg2HWx5D_zE/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rOTqwKd59I/UQZ-Oj6gP8I/AAAAAAAAEeg/Cg2HWx5D_zE/s640/014.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;The sock monkeys have magnetic hands and feet so Brayden quickly discovered all the interesting places he could hang it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJpcXJfh380/UQZ-Q4vD-OI/AAAAAAAAEeo/Wtu5GnFpmKk/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJpcXJfh380/UQZ-Q4vD-OI/AAAAAAAAEeo/Wtu5GnFpmKk/s640/016.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;After opening presents from Grandma and Grandpa Hebdon and our own presents at our house, we continued the festivities at my parents. Tawny got Grandma Terri a bracelet.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8_mTOf1V0bw/UQZ-SkuYr6I/AAAAAAAAEew/VeA51n6GnoI/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8_mTOf1V0bw/UQZ-SkuYr6I/AAAAAAAAEew/VeA51n6GnoI/s640/017.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9vQwnYnC1A/UQZ-UzlgAPI/AAAAAAAAEe4/D9kIjeWimXc/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9vQwnYnC1A/UQZ-UzlgAPI/AAAAAAAAEe4/D9kIjeWimXc/s640/023.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Clint brought everyone back a gift from Australia. Th boys got matching outfits and Tawny got a purse. I got a really cool boomerang.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i1fRqHTdMtQ/UQZ-WkmAw_I/AAAAAAAAEfA/Jdae9tUfpNU/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i1fRqHTdMtQ/UQZ-WkmAw_I/AAAAAAAAEfA/Jdae9tUfpNU/s640/027.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Ethan loved his Chuck adventures toy from Grandma Sharlene. He even smiled for the picture which may have been the only time he did that day.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3aZmu2rOSs/UQZ-YDX3W8I/AAAAAAAAEfI/O1facp9PlYk/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3aZmu2rOSs/UQZ-YDX3W8I/AAAAAAAAEfI/O1facp9PlYk/s640/028.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Brayden and Tawny with just some of their loot. Spoiled much?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gDsBCvegBTM/UQZ-Zb0WsFI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/b7RwuyKJY0U/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gDsBCvegBTM/UQZ-Zb0WsFI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/b7RwuyKJY0U/s640/031.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />We spent the rest of Christmas shooting, playing games and eating. Most of my brothers had to leave the next day so things got quiet really fast.<br /><br />Greg and my anniversary was two days after Christmas. We had planned to have my mom watch the kids and go to dinner, but our plans were changed for us. I ended up with an&nbsp;abscessed&nbsp;tooth and had to go out of town to a specialist for a root canal and crown. What a way to spend our anniversary huh? It wasn't all bad. When the dentist found out it was our anniversary, he numbed me just enough to take the pain away and sent me and Greg out for dinner before he did the root canal. I thought that was very kind,&nbsp;especially&nbsp;since he stuck around and didn't even start my root canal until 6:30pm. It was great to spend some alone time with Greg, even considering the circumstances.Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-32496061142150531112013-01-27T22:50:00.000-08:002013-01-27T22:50:00.590-08:00December Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This year Christmas was extra special because all of my brother and their families were able to be here for Christmas. It was fun and so so crazy with so many people around. We played games, and really enjoyed one another's company. Clint got back from his mission and second week of December and my kids loved having their Uncle Clint around for a little while.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We did Christmas cookies and Papa was Ethan's helper this year. Ethan ended up with some very interesting cookies. They were very generously covered in frosting, sprinkles and candy. Some cookies even had three layers of frosting and candy. Papa is such a softie he just couldn't tell him no.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNgT-Tct2m8/UQYbZrQ8AkI/AAAAAAAAEbY/9DNaLXdlaPc/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNgT-Tct2m8/UQYbZrQ8AkI/AAAAAAAAEbY/9DNaLXdlaPc/s640/017.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cB6m0g1K1Q8/UQYbfNObKbI/AAAAAAAAEb0/nv5RVxyLfXM/s1600/photo+(6).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cB6m0g1K1Q8/UQYbfNObKbI/AAAAAAAAEb0/nv5RVxyLfXM/s640/photo+(6).JPG" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Brayden was much more interested in making silly faces than anything else. I got some pretty good ones.</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkQyMoRTQE4/UQYbaIHMtaI/AAAAAAAAEbc/oWNg2LGeGnA/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkQyMoRTQE4/UQYbaIHMtaI/AAAAAAAAEbc/oWNg2LGeGnA/s640/022.JPG" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZnOSBmmOuY/UQYbZxxbfJI/AAAAAAAAEbg/uNs8bljxSZ0/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZnOSBmmOuY/UQYbZxxbfJI/AAAAAAAAEbg/uNs8bljxSZ0/s640/020.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Mommy and Tawny hung out on the other side of the table where concentrated on the artistry behind cookie decorating (we ate all the candy before it even made it onto our cookies.) :)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wsXzysHABaM/UQYbe35W7aI/AAAAAAAAEbw/WKit4ZlTdTw/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wsXzysHABaM/UQYbe35W7aI/AAAAAAAAEbw/WKit4ZlTdTw/s640/025.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Grandma let the kids help cut the cookies. She is one brave woman!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VWInCM-Neg/UQYbgOsLXzI/AAAAAAAAEcA/ueBajxzJnfY/s1600/photo+(7).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VWInCM-Neg/UQYbgOsLXzI/AAAAAAAAEcA/ueBajxzJnfY/s640/photo+(7).JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Even Maddie got to participate a little. While I wasn't looking Grandma gave her a little frosting. I think it's safe to say that she really loved it!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1w4ssK5jCtM/UQYbk_CWGiI/AAAAAAAAEcI/2wNCP2eFYhQ/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1w4ssK5jCtM/UQYbk_CWGiI/AAAAAAAAEcI/2wNCP2eFYhQ/s640/026.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;I always intend to take a cute picture of the kids before church, but it never happens. In my defense, Greg has early meetings so I get the kids to church by myself for the most part. And usually we're fine and right on schedule until it's time to leave. Then Maddie poops, Ethan spills, Brayden loses his shoes and we end up rushing at the last minute. So this is the best I got. But they're so cute it doesn't really matter. You'll notice Ethan is missing in the pictures. If I would have panned out you would have seen him throwing a tantrum and rolling aound in the mud because I wouldn't let him run around in the parking lot.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzAlwg50faY/UQYblZt8frI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/F5o5kjY08co/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzAlwg50faY/UQYblZt8frI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/F5o5kjY08co/s640/030.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Gb6915nsaQ/UQYcM9FKXyI/AAAAAAAAEcw/q5T5VIzqpxE/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Gb6915nsaQ/UQYcM9FKXyI/AAAAAAAAEcw/q5T5VIzqpxE/s640/029.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Christmas Eve we had the kids open their pajamas present. This year they got slippers too. As usual, Ethan isn't cooperating, but at least he is in the background this time. Baby steps.</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSkm0qApc3E/UQYbpe8ttbI/AAAAAAAAEcY/pUa5CpQIUg0/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSkm0qApc3E/UQYbpe8ttbI/AAAAAAAAEcY/pUa5CpQIUg0/s640/043.JPG" width="640" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y00NG9x3z3Q/UQYbsIDzPQI/AAAAAAAAEcg/dH8-tVyONvE/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y00NG9x3z3Q/UQYbsIDzPQI/AAAAAAAAEcg/dH8-tVyONvE/s640/044.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Earlier that night we attempted to act out the story of Jesus' birth with the grandkids. It was....umm..... interesting. But they enjoyed it and seemed to retain a little of what was taught. Again, baby steps, right?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QL9jt-JAY_Q/UQYbuWTIpXI/AAAAAAAAEco/Qlayr7NJppQ/s1600/n.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QL9jt-JAY_Q/UQYbuWTIpXI/AAAAAAAAEco/Qlayr7NJppQ/s640/n.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-83489838983527320652013-01-27T22:26:00.000-08:002013-01-28T05:59:28.059-08:00December Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">December was a very busy month, so it may a few posts to get it all here. We started out December with our community Christmas parade. The older three loved ever moment of it. Ethan especially loved the candy. Before I even realized what had happened, he had the wrappers off two suckers and was eating them at the same time. How can you say no to that face?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-og3Hx6Kg2m8/UQYVISDXY4I/AAAAAAAAEY8/usLw6UQwv4I/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-og3Hx6Kg2m8/UQYVISDXY4I/AAAAAAAAEY8/usLw6UQwv4I/s640/002.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBLplR9lhXE/UQYVOgbNZBI/AAAAAAAAEZY/5tMrrn3q4IY/s1600/photo+(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBLplR9lhXE/UQYVOgbNZBI/AAAAAAAAEZY/5tMrrn3q4IY/s640/photo+(1).JPG" width="478" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DljgH96YPUc/UQYVPNgavhI/AAAAAAAAEZg/EbEMR1vgwz8/s1600/photo+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DljgH96YPUc/UQYVPNgavhI/AAAAAAAAEZg/EbEMR1vgwz8/s640/photo+(2).JPG" width="478" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maddie wasn't too sure about all the noises and lights, especially the fire trucks, but she never cried. Also, notice the short sleeves. The weather was so nice!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YfaHe73g8Lo/UQYVKaRPBAI/AAAAAAAAEZM/n8ZoXT4sOvI/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YfaHe73g8Lo/UQYVKaRPBAI/AAAAAAAAEZM/n8ZoXT4sOvI/s640/003.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next weekend the library did a Polar Express day. They had the library set up and decorated like scenes from the movie, people dressed up as bakers, elves, and of course Santa. As they read the story they recreated parts like giving the kids hot chocolate and a cookie and of course getting a silver bell from Santa at the end. The kids all really enjoyed it. Even Ethan sat through the whole thing, which really surprised me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dwywDDi5f4Q/UQYVJ8O7bYI/AAAAAAAAEZE/NxKJkn3bwkw/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dwywDDi5f4Q/UQYVJ8O7bYI/AAAAAAAAEZE/NxKJkn3bwkw/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;(as a side note: see his face in the pic above? A few days before while we were in Joann's he decided to climb a huge wire rack display and he pulled it over on himself. I was right there and deflected most of it, but the very corner of one section caught he forehead and under his nose. It looked pretty bad for a few days. And you should have seen the mess at Joann's!)<br /><br />What didn't surprise me was his reaction to Santa. That was exactly what I was expecting.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCjjQoOQHTk/UQYVOYzBZVI/AAAAAAAAEZU/Tu6F9vQe5PA/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCjjQoOQHTk/UQYVOYzBZVI/AAAAAAAAEZU/Tu6F9vQe5PA/s640/009.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;We also did a lot of other fun things during the first part of December. Tawny gave both of us pedicures<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqxz4vL5p2s/UQYVThm4I1I/AAAAAAAAEZs/jHySxZ-M7xs/s1600/photo+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqxz4vL5p2s/UQYVThm4I1I/AAAAAAAAEZs/jHySxZ-M7xs/s640/photo+(3).JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;This year instead of an advent calendar, we had a advent Christmas books. There were 24 Christmas books that were wrapped and stacked in our living room. every day one of the kids unwrapped it and we read it as a family. This is definitely something that will become a family tradition. One night we had hot chocolate, apple cider and beignets upstairs by the fire while we read our Christmas book.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7OyGOpSCWc/UQYVUCilsuI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/SwEZ1pajnr0/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7OyGOpSCWc/UQYVUCilsuI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/SwEZ1pajnr0/s640/011.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;We walked to school most mornings and enjoy our time outside as a family. &nbsp;Maddie really loves being outside in the stroller.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwxjRStBwm4/UQYVVBr7XjI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/9pJp-2VJ_pA/s1600/photo+(4).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwxjRStBwm4/UQYVVBr7XjI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/9pJp-2VJ_pA/s640/photo+(4).JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;We spent and evening at Mande and Ian's eating and playing Lego Rock Band. It was so fun I've be scouring the internet for some used instruments. It's definitely a game I'd like to have.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ORkbp5C-aw8/UQYVX9R9yEI/AAAAAAAAEaE/CCCBbt3Zw-Y/s1600/photo+(5).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ORkbp5C-aw8/UQYVX9R9yEI/AAAAAAAAEaE/CCCBbt3Zw-Y/s640/photo+(5).JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;Maddie discovered solid foods and love pretty much everything we given her so far. She especially love oranges, as we found out a Mimi's one morning. We had to make an middle of the night ER visit from Brayden's asthma and went out to breakfast after we got everything under control. I hadn't had time to grab Maddie's food, so she got oranges and oatmeal. I don't think she minded too much.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N7UEsUm0TX8/UQYVYx-CBCI/AAAAAAAAEaM/0UXtSi8lieo/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N7UEsUm0TX8/UQYVYx-CBCI/AAAAAAAAEaM/0UXtSi8lieo/s640/photo.JPG" width="478" /></a></div>&nbsp;This is Brayden on the way home from the previously mentioned ER visit. He was very proud of his pink headphones. Ha-ha. He actually didn't realize they were pink until after I took the picture and told him. He had been up most of the night and was on a few steroids, but was still smiling and having fun. That's the first asthma scare we've had in a while and I hope it's the last. Unfortunately I don't think it will be. I'm so grateful for my mom who made the midnight trek with me. Otherwise I'm not sure how I could have done it. Having family around to help is such a blessing.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dYWRmusqUA0/UQYVYW7Dg7I/AAAAAAAAEaQ/HbAHnNj8PnA/s1600/photo+b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dYWRmusqUA0/UQYVYW7Dg7I/AAAAAAAAEaQ/HbAHnNj8PnA/s640/photo+b.JPG" width="478" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-68799816693922759752013-01-27T22:04:00.001-08:002013-01-27T22:04:29.827-08:00November<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have so much to catch up on I think I"ll do November all in one post. Here it goes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Tawny and Brayden finished up their football/cheer season. I did a party for our cheer squad at Pizza Hut, and got them these&nbsp;super&nbsp;cute&nbsp;bobble head&nbsp;trophies. Tawny has happy so what more could I ask for?</span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRY_565JGhQ/UQYUeD96FmI/AAAAAAAAEYs/U6ZoZc4wri0/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRY_565JGhQ/UQYUeD96FmI/AAAAAAAAEYs/U6ZoZc4wri0/s640/003.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZushNSRfCZQ/UQYUeBMb3AI/AAAAAAAAEYw/02Cb3THeFs4/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZushNSRfCZQ/UQYUeBMb3AI/AAAAAAAAEYw/02Cb3THeFs4/s640/002.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The rest of November was full of the normal: school, work, the every day things. Greg was very busy in November because of cotton harvest, but he was able to get the entire day for Thanksgiving Day off, which I was very grateful for.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The day after Thanksgiving we decorated for Christmas. If I'm going to go through all that effort, I want everything to be up as longs as possible. Plus I really love Christmas decorations. The kids love decorating the tree and I think they did a really good job. I love our collection of mismatch, home-made, half broken ornaments. Each one has a story and memory attached to it. It reminds me of all the wonderful Christmases I had as a child and with my family. I hope that tradition provides the same memories for my kids as it does for me.&nbsp;</div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wEnCYiBU9dk/UQYTxy75uUI/AAAAAAAAEX0/wU-DmVAgsiM/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wEnCYiBU9dk/UQYTxy75uUI/AAAAAAAAEX0/wU-DmVAgsiM/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tek8LKfD8X4/UQYT0eJPf-I/AAAAAAAAEX8/6MY6n8KDBIA/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tek8LKfD8X4/UQYT0eJPf-I/AAAAAAAAEX8/6MY6n8KDBIA/s640/008.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewlEUylyq9w/UQYT1szz4RI/AAAAAAAAEYE/IobCBTQte84/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewlEUylyq9w/UQYT1szz4RI/AAAAAAAAEYE/IobCBTQte84/s640/009.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Maddie looking as cute as ever. She's getting older and progressing, but I can't say that she's growing so fast because she's not! She's by far my smallest baby. However, the other day my mom pulled out my growth charts and she's still a little bigger than I was at her age. She still has rolls and chubby legs, she just just petite.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vpO82xJrZPc/UQYT16WKYgI/AAAAAAAAEYI/fGNOU4tYEIo/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vpO82xJrZPc/UQYT16WKYgI/AAAAAAAAEYI/fGNOU4tYEIo/s640/021.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;One of Ethan's favorite things is music. He loves to sing, dance, everything. I tried to capture him in action, but he moves so fast. I love the look of concentration on his face.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jE4_WTS_UTc/UQYT5XqWcAI/AAAAAAAAEYU/rGEOWfBCl7E/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jE4_WTS_UTc/UQYT5XqWcAI/AAAAAAAAEYU/rGEOWfBCl7E/s640/023.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X94HJvTqSkU/UQYT6uV5txI/AAAAAAAAEYk/WXxdBZEGsxY/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X94HJvTqSkU/UQYT6uV5txI/AAAAAAAAEYk/WXxdBZEGsxY/s640/025.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-60304108589198615732012-11-11T12:45:00.000-08:002012-11-11T12:45:26.285-08:00Halloween<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had Mande and Ian John's family over to decorate Halloween cookies this year. The kids had more fun doing it with a friend and so did I! Ethan's cookies were particularly impressive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vq7uIgf3cMM/UKAJfNff-rI/AAAAAAAAEQs/vE2_IcveKQU/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vq7uIgf3cMM/UKAJfNff-rI/AAAAAAAAEQs/vE2_IcveKQU/s640/005.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1X0shBwP4i8/UKAJnm4bigI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/ol8-pJuPVSA/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1X0shBwP4i8/UKAJnm4bigI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/ol8-pJuPVSA/s640/007.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6D3t5b4c5xw/UKAJwKLqRxI/AAAAAAAAERA/UDQMK1ZXjUE/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6D3t5b4c5xw/UKAJwKLqRxI/AAAAAAAAERA/UDQMK1ZXjUE/s640/014.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>&nbsp;The next day with did jack o lanterns with my parents. The kids got to design their pumpkin and "help "cut it out.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PBT4C_BbtY/UKAJ4LjGxPI/AAAAAAAAERI/KSktqXcsoNY/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PBT4C_BbtY/UKAJ4LjGxPI/AAAAAAAAERI/KSktqXcsoNY/s640/016.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tU1MrbWhFuQ/UKAJ_numE-I/AAAAAAAAERQ/JrJh6MS7Ow0/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tU1MrbWhFuQ/UKAJ_numE-I/AAAAAAAAERQ/JrJh6MS7Ow0/s640/020.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Ethan did not love touching the guts.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjp1RatpacA/UKAKIMQIQRI/AAAAAAAAERc/F_8NCxUB6og/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjp1RatpacA/UKAKIMQIQRI/AAAAAAAAERc/F_8NCxUB6og/s640/022.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0N1yZTps8V4/UKAKQxXuLQI/AAAAAAAAERk/h8v3svI0IOw/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0N1yZTps8V4/UKAKQxXuLQI/AAAAAAAAERk/h8v3svI0IOw/s640/025.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Funny faces!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIyTpQdIX8Y/UKAKYu-wKPI/AAAAAAAAERs/fOeDMDDuav4/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIyTpQdIX8Y/UKAKYu-wKPI/AAAAAAAAERs/fOeDMDDuav4/s640/026.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIzShKN4cYg/UKAKgdJF01I/AAAAAAAAER0/SBKvWkEA_5M/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIzShKN4cYg/UKAKgdJF01I/AAAAAAAAER0/SBKvWkEA_5M/s640/030.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZA7zTKz-No/UKAKoCtxdMI/AAAAAAAAESA/tjeGSGZVp-k/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZA7zTKz-No/UKAKoCtxdMI/AAAAAAAAESA/tjeGSGZVp-k/s640/037.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;This year we chose a theme for out family. We are reading Indian and the Cupboard at bedtime so the kids thought it would be fun to all be cowboys and indians. So the boys were cowboys and the girls were indians. I made all the costumes and thought they turned out pretty good. Tawny's was the most challenging because she insisted that she had to be an indian princess with a tutu. It turned out okay. They wore them all day and didn't want to take them off for bed so I'd say they liked them. Ethan walked around most of the day saying "Yee-ha cowboy" and he loved that he matched his big brother.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmiB45g0Lr0/UKAKwLmsZPI/AAAAAAAAESI/ksFwDO-QTMk/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmiB45g0Lr0/UKAKwLmsZPI/AAAAAAAAESI/ksFwDO-QTMk/s640/046.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QprXhP3mI1M/UKAK37D53fI/AAAAAAAAESQ/XQ3N0K6fqpk/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QprXhP3mI1M/UKAK37D53fI/AAAAAAAAESQ/XQ3N0K6fqpk/s640/048.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KECAw_j2VYI/UKAK_sO7G0I/AAAAAAAAESY/F3irThvQ6wk/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KECAw_j2VYI/UKAK_sO7G0I/AAAAAAAAESY/F3irThvQ6wk/s640/049.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RVFs1QeqgtQ/UKALHB_dgPI/AAAAAAAAESg/kBH-pIidQkw/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RVFs1QeqgtQ/UKALHB_dgPI/AAAAAAAAESg/kBH-pIidQkw/s640/050.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKHe-8bpciQ/UKALOn-gIcI/AAAAAAAAESo/qyK0KoSvinE/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKHe-8bpciQ/UKALOn-gIcI/AAAAAAAAESo/qyK0KoSvinE/s640/052.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ceo731DiqFE/UKALWSAdykI/AAAAAAAAES4/uO-vf57pl_A/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ceo731DiqFE/UKALWSAdykI/AAAAAAAAES4/uO-vf57pl_A/s640/054.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97xeSJrZVtI/UKALdu_i4cI/AAAAAAAAETA/PGlDxm3gpM4/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97xeSJrZVtI/UKALdu_i4cI/AAAAAAAAETA/PGlDxm3gpM4/s640/056.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-64986558575583390462012-11-11T12:22:00.002-08:002012-11-11T12:22:59.091-08:00Miss Maddie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Miss Maddie is 5 months! The time just flies by. &nbsp;She is such a sweet and happy baby. She rolls over both ways, sleeps through the night (yipee!) and is doing pretty good at sitting up but isn't quite there yet. We started her on solids on her 5 month mark. She was super happy to be in the high chair.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDKZGKYfowc/UKAHI_KOBkI/AAAAAAAAEQI/tlwKgTqBqQ4/s1600/106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDKZGKYfowc/UKAHI_KOBkI/AAAAAAAAEQI/tlwKgTqBqQ4/s640/106.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IonfAGXmaks/UKAHAPa3gCI/AAAAAAAAEQA/hdWgx0i6R9w/s1600/105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IonfAGXmaks/UKAHAPa3gCI/AAAAAAAAEQA/hdWgx0i6R9w/s640/105.JPG" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She wasn't as happy once I started feeding her. She really did not enjoy her first real food. It's been a few weeks and she is actually enjoying it now. I love her faces!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gb04WL8nNlI/UKAIBqxUHoI/AAAAAAAAEQk/r2B_ML03cw8/s1600/108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gb04WL8nNlI/UKAIBqxUHoI/AAAAAAAAEQk/r2B_ML03cw8/s640/108.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWjsEgsUG1M/UKAHRSG71WI/AAAAAAAAEQU/jiRpWuDpDO0/s1600/107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWjsEgsUG1M/UKAHRSG71WI/AAAAAAAAEQU/jiRpWuDpDO0/s640/107.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Just a cute picture of a cute girl<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TXcOTyJDgIg/UKAHZoZX81I/AAAAAAAAEQc/MjDr_X-p2xk/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TXcOTyJDgIg/UKAHZoZX81I/AAAAAAAAEQc/MjDr_X-p2xk/s640/043.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-1803297640785875192012-11-11T12:11:00.001-08:002012-11-11T12:11:34.506-08:00Football- Bruins and Yellow Jackets<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Brayden's playing football for the second year and he really got into the gain this year. He plays on the offensive and defensive and is doing really well. Tawny loves cheering ad watching her brother. All the time I hear her telling someone nearby about the good thing her brother just did. It's extra cute when she does this because had little to no knowledge about football.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK_3thepKMw/UKACsYi2b2I/AAAAAAAAENI/fZIcxNs6prU/s1600/073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK_3thepKMw/UKACsYi2b2I/AAAAAAAAENI/fZIcxNs6prU/s640/073.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDwsUxtO5K4/UKAC0LbqpPI/AAAAAAAAENQ/3HBIOJ_KEPw/s1600/075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDwsUxtO5K4/UKAC0LbqpPI/AAAAAAAAENQ/3HBIOJ_KEPw/s640/075.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;He's #6 on the left side of the photo that's keeping the field clear for his receiver.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PPoY9OBi5s/UKAC73tzAwI/AAAAAAAAENY/P-FxuWltHus/s1600/080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PPoY9OBi5s/UKAC73tzAwI/AAAAAAAAENY/P-FxuWltHus/s640/080.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwGSdK7w8as/UKADD2zoU1I/AAAAAAAAENg/dYqlFOv_-2g/s1600/087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwGSdK7w8as/UKADD2zoU1I/AAAAAAAAENg/dYqlFOv_-2g/s640/087.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Look at that face!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uI_JoP5NkMw/UKADLdcW5OI/AAAAAAAAENo/8Wqs4eD2y7o/s1600/093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uI_JoP5NkMw/UKADLdcW5OI/AAAAAAAAENo/8Wqs4eD2y7o/s640/093.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Oz-CxNiKpw/UKADTjZgh_I/AAAAAAAAEN0/hOJ7Im3e6uY/s1600/102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Oz-CxNiKpw/UKADTjZgh_I/AAAAAAAAEN0/hOJ7Im3e6uY/s640/102.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q67_hmSxiuw/UKAEK4bNSqI/AAAAAAAAEOw/D5qyTXEanZY/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q67_hmSxiuw/UKAEK4bNSqI/AAAAAAAAEOw/D5qyTXEanZY/s640/004.JPG" width="480" /></a><br />We also really like to go to the high school games. They just enjoy watching and eating snacks. I think maybe the snacks a little more.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S-Dq6LFRR9I/UKADbtt4aPI/AAAAAAAAEN8/X0u1D4V3SNs/s1600/114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S-Dq6LFRR9I/UKADbtt4aPI/AAAAAAAAEN8/X0u1D4V3SNs/s640/114.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12DOHUGIURw/UKADjRYXksI/AAAAAAAAEOE/MKQ9UhEMl_c/s1600/117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12DOHUGIURw/UKADjRYXksI/AAAAAAAAEOE/MKQ9UhEMl_c/s640/117.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--QpvylAXcZo/UKADrEVW2wI/AAAAAAAAEOM/Q2mn5FL_7Lc/s1600/121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--QpvylAXcZo/UKADrEVW2wI/AAAAAAAAEOM/Q2mn5FL_7Lc/s640/121.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EvShuYZYx5g/UKADynZHbVI/AAAAAAAAEOY/qaaRu7P4Wi8/s1600/125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EvShuYZYx5g/UKADynZHbVI/AAAAAAAAEOY/qaaRu7P4Wi8/s640/125.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9X1dXD8-x0/UKAD7NoV9-I/AAAAAAAAEOg/BnnA9cmzItg/s1600/126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9X1dXD8-x0/UKAD7NoV9-I/AAAAAAAAEOg/BnnA9cmzItg/s640/126.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--5l34yuL6nw/UKAECvD0SjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/nh1CNaJc26w/s1600/130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--5l34yuL6nw/UKAECvD0SjI/AAAAAAAAEOo/nh1CNaJc26w/s640/130.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-1051433020414002812012-11-11T11:49:00.002-08:002012-11-11T11:49:35.711-08:00Pumpkins Round 1 and the Pumpkin Patch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We let the kids paint pumpkins this year, which I think they enjoy more than carving since I'm not about to hand them a knife yet. They all obviously had a great time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrFyxNA2XhE/UJ_1RUa5abI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/HffIbSNkpbY/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrFyxNA2XhE/UJ_1RUa5abI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/HffIbSNkpbY/s640/014.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cED7dZNSi4A/UJ_1ZbEM-tI/AAAAAAAAEKA/8jXnw_j0I40/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cED7dZNSi4A/UJ_1ZbEM-tI/AAAAAAAAEKA/8jXnw_j0I40/s640/021.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgB1o6cGC-w/UJ_1hHlrh8I/AAAAAAAAEKI/o6CLWcYc-Kg/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgB1o6cGC-w/UJ_1hHlrh8I/AAAAAAAAEKI/o6CLWcYc-Kg/s640/023.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RPZB7hBme2I/UJ_1owg861I/AAAAAAAAEKY/AKYToeM9AWU/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RPZB7hBme2I/UJ_1owg861I/AAAAAAAAEKY/AKYToeM9AWU/s640/026.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;This is Ethan's final creation. He was very proud of his work.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mDAS4NOuWp4/UJ_1wtfYB1I/AAAAAAAAEKg/ksANAVyGN2Y/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mDAS4NOuWp4/UJ_1wtfYB1I/AAAAAAAAEKg/ksANAVyGN2Y/s640/027.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Me and my mom took the kids to a pumpkin patch over in Phoenix. They had so much fun. There were animals to look at, this huge balloon/bouncy thing to jump on, cars to ride, slides, bounce houses, corn mazes, the pumpkin patch and few more things I know I'm missing. I didn't get any pictures in the corn maze but that was probably the most fun part. It was a little hectic keeping track of all the kids, plus pushing Maddie in a stroller the whole way through so there was no time to pull out my camera. But it was so much fun, and a lot longer than I thought. It took us about an hour, which is pretty typical from what I was told.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZtoR4J5-Dw/UJ_14Y9aTCI/AAAAAAAAEKo/Z43xtS7_QQE/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZtoR4J5-Dw/UJ_14Y9aTCI/AAAAAAAAEKo/Z43xtS7_QQE/s640/030.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPiVxiy4cdc/UJ_2Am40gAI/AAAAAAAAEKw/5rEcSnu5Jg0/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPiVxiy4cdc/UJ_2Am40gAI/AAAAAAAAEKw/5rEcSnu5Jg0/s640/031.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oWekM4tpYjA/UJ_2ITw0SoI/AAAAAAAAEK4/Q_W8mHxQyDU/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oWekM4tpYjA/UJ_2ITw0SoI/AAAAAAAAEK4/Q_W8mHxQyDU/s640/033.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;My mom was awesome to push the kids around on these. She even got covered in mud from the wheels throwing it up on her.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ou_alX9E-04/UJ_2QIUbzLI/AAAAAAAAELE/VdKpxa1SHSY/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ou_alX9E-04/UJ_2QIUbzLI/AAAAAAAAELE/VdKpxa1SHSY/s640/037.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1yuNxwCLt2U/UJ_2YVgX-dI/AAAAAAAAELM/9mv-vLe4QRA/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1yuNxwCLt2U/UJ_2YVgX-dI/AAAAAAAAELM/9mv-vLe4QRA/s640/040.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0eo7jFkc12g/UJ_2gcrxcDI/AAAAAAAAELU/tyyYv-nglgw/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0eo7jFkc12g/UJ_2gcrxcDI/AAAAAAAAELU/tyyYv-nglgw/s640/042.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;I knew I forgot something. They had these little "trains" pulled behind a four-wheeler. It was super cute. I ad to ride with Ethan because he was a little worried at first. That was a little tricky since they definitely weren't adult sized, but we made it work.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDxXWTEA56g/UJ_2oUS8bCI/AAAAAAAAELc/gfAE_iE0Y64/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDxXWTEA56g/UJ_2oUS8bCI/AAAAAAAAELc/gfAE_iE0Y64/s640/053.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBCvfraxATo/UJ_2v4gY8oI/AAAAAAAAELs/2_3D6Nfws8I/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBCvfraxATo/UJ_2v4gY8oI/AAAAAAAAELs/2_3D6Nfws8I/s640/055.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nTidSyzBRB0/UJ_23wIZ_vI/AAAAAAAAEL0/rapi4fzo6Ow/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nTidSyzBRB0/UJ_23wIZ_vI/AAAAAAAAEL0/rapi4fzo6Ow/s640/056.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Say Cheese!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JtwcKD7K18Y/UJ_2_YXoWWI/AAAAAAAAEL8/rGvBX7eeZlc/s1600/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JtwcKD7K18Y/UJ_2_YXoWWI/AAAAAAAAEL8/rGvBX7eeZlc/s640/059.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;By the time we made it to the pumpkin patch we had been there over 6 hours and Ethan was filthy. Look at that face! You can definitely tell he had fun.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_XSrP--2Z0/UJ_3HRmGXjI/AAAAAAAAEME/Ohv6zf-hY5w/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_XSrP--2Z0/UJ_3HRmGXjI/AAAAAAAAEME/Ohv6zf-hY5w/s640/066.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Brayden &nbsp;helped Ethan put the wagon back we used to carry the pumpkins. Could they be any cuter?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEw9JkoUx60/UJ_3Pm-4MjI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/Lxohy_dFCWo/s1600/068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEw9JkoUx60/UJ_3Pm-4MjI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/Lxohy_dFCWo/s640/068.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-14736392271141827042012-11-11T10:43:00.001-08:002012-11-11T10:48:36.485-08:00October Continued<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am coaching Tawny's cheer team this year and we're having so much fun together! These little girls are all so cute. And the best part is that we cheer for Brayden's football team.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bv-jwTPQAqU/UJ_yPNryDiI/AAAAAAAAEH8/PmTWn9hFQtM/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bv-jwTPQAqU/UJ_yPNryDiI/AAAAAAAAEH8/PmTWn9hFQtM/s640/002.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;He loves his little sister!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MFs1Gpx5VWc/UJ_yXRAoo_I/AAAAAAAAEI4/zfpCwi3jYdU/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MFs1Gpx5VWc/UJ_yXRAoo_I/AAAAAAAAEI4/zfpCwi3jYdU/s640/007.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;I wish this picture wasn't whited out because I love it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVsikLaeCmk/UJ_yfQaIqKI/AAAAAAAAEJA/ioDQU89cpU8/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVsikLaeCmk/UJ_yfQaIqKI/AAAAAAAAEJA/ioDQU89cpU8/s640/010.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Papa's birthday was at the beginning of October. Being the good Papa he is he let the kids help blow out his candle. Ethan get pretty excited about birthday cake, as you can obviously see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzYXcut9RmQ/UJ_uvARv3TI/AAAAAAAAEGs/ulcw4Fy_HLs/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzYXcut9RmQ/UJ_uvARv3TI/AAAAAAAAEGs/ulcw4Fy_HLs/s640/023.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_TVRe4D7Cw/UJ_u3qUymkI/AAAAAAAAEG0/PGKQ02u1k3g/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_TVRe4D7Cw/UJ_u3qUymkI/AAAAAAAAEG0/PGKQ02u1k3g/s640/024.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;He also loves his Papa very much. It was a pretty great day for him- Papa and birthday cake all at once.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RxBaeaHNqB4/UJ_u_61XNuI/AAAAAAAAEHA/PkZ7gdyNHo0/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RxBaeaHNqB4/UJ_u_61XNuI/AAAAAAAAEHA/PkZ7gdyNHo0/s640/025.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;After the candle had been blown out the kids wanted more so they blew out a few matches.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tctM0dNykTM/UJ_vHzHrDoI/AAAAAAAAEHI/L93TDW8XC-c/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tctM0dNykTM/UJ_vHzHrDoI/AAAAAAAAEHI/L93TDW8XC-c/s640/026.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;I love this picture of them, minus the super shiny wrapping paper (which I'm pretty sure had either ponies or princesses on it)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-It3Y_6VfFFY/UJ_vQEdVoiI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/gLeJ7iXVLW0/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-It3Y_6VfFFY/UJ_vQEdVoiI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/gLeJ7iXVLW0/s640/028.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Another hair shot that Tawny wanted me to include. This is probably one of her favorites right now.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCtBLITG6us/UJ_vX2d334I/AAAAAAAAEHY/2c4lTVrLcX8/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCtBLITG6us/UJ_vX2d334I/AAAAAAAAEHY/2c4lTVrLcX8/s640/032.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>&nbsp;Brayden enjoying some time with Maddie. He's very helpful with her and seems to enjoy playing with her. He is a huge help throughout the day, now that he's home because of homeschool (which he is loving by the way).<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdI6T1owaes/UJ_vfdbLkAI/AAAAAAAAEHg/OoJ_EJYorK0/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdI6T1owaes/UJ_vfdbLkAI/AAAAAAAAEHg/OoJ_EJYorK0/s640/036.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Tawny wanted to get in on the fun too. I love how terrified Maddie looks. I bet she spends a good chunk of the day fearing for her life.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v19SJ8Hm4Fs/UJ_vnFglaLI/AAAAAAAAEHs/D-57mI5duZc/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v19SJ8Hm4Fs/UJ_vnFglaLI/AAAAAAAAEHs/D-57mI5duZc/s640/001.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;This is a tote I made for a friend. A pretty simple design, but I love the fabric and was very careful about placing. I really love how it turned out. I think I may need to make myself a bag soon!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZI4Qj4fNm3U/UJ_vvRS0zNI/AAAAAAAAEH0/KEVvUszm9Uw/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZI4Qj4fNm3U/UJ_vvRS0zNI/AAAAAAAAEH0/KEVvUszm9Uw/s640/008.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-86642353138505173052012-11-11T10:27:00.002-08:002012-11-11T10:27:39.635-08:00First of October in Photos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was feeding Maddie upstairs and getting her ready for a nap. I knew the kids where up to no good because it was sooo quiet. This is what I found downstairs in my kitchen. Two very happy, very dirty little kids. They were pretty much done and so completely happy that I even let them finish it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5s-GUFwcjns/UJ_oRfHkOEI/AAAAAAAAEEY/ciqrliADehA/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5s-GUFwcjns/UJ_oRfHkOEI/AAAAAAAAEEY/ciqrliADehA/s640/002.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;In this picture I asked Ethan what he was eating? His answer was a very enthusiastic "ICE CREAM!!!"<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjKS4E0IIK8/UJ_oZCL3SWI/AAAAAAAAEEg/oo53YEvmlBo/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjKS4E0IIK8/UJ_oZCL3SWI/AAAAAAAAEEg/oo53YEvmlBo/s640/003.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Tawny got her first real head wound at the beginning of October. I was cooking dinner and the kids were all playing in the playroom. Ethan was going through this phase where he threw everything. He hit her in the head with the metal edge of a tractor and immediately she started crying. She ran into the kitchen to tell me all about it, which happens at least 10 times a day. I was only half paying attention at first and was about to tell her she was fine and to go play, when I looked up and saw that there was blood running from her head all the way down her arm and dripping off her elbow. &nbsp;It took quite a while to get it to stop bleeding. Of course the actual cut was pretty small. But man it bled so much! My favorite part is when I told her it was bleeding. Her response was "I know. But don't worry. I was really careful and made sure it didn't get on my pretty dress." Ha! It's all about priorities right?<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVvQ_2nEfSE/UJ_ozxCucYI/AAAAAAAAEEs/9F-lZ9zOIiY/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVvQ_2nEfSE/UJ_ozxCucYI/AAAAAAAAEEs/9F-lZ9zOIiY/s640/001.JPG" width="640" /></a><br />&nbsp;This is Ethan's favorite spot to be while I'm cooking for two reasons. One, he gets to be around his favorite person (mommy) and two, he can score tons of fruit when I'm not looking.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXaqYbX3wbk/UJ_o8ADownI/AAAAAAAAEE0/zCmQYzDlbmw/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXaqYbX3wbk/UJ_o8ADownI/AAAAAAAAEE0/zCmQYzDlbmw/s640/003.JPG" width="480" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ethan isn't always trying to kill Maddie. Sometimes he is very sweet to her. I actually don't think he ever intentionally hurts her. He is just so rough and doesn't realize it. But the was a particularly sweet day. I think he "read" her about 10 books before she fell asleep. Then he covered her with about 50 cars. Like I said, the sweet moments are few and far between.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4rQDttC90g/UJ_pEXGsjcI/AAAAAAAAEE8/1xZVIvoPiRI/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4rQDttC90g/UJ_pEXGsjcI/AAAAAAAAEE8/1xZVIvoPiRI/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />I threw a baby shower for Aunt Tawny who is due in November. Her husband Jason is in the Air Force so I got a few old uniforms from her and used the to make her a diaper bag. I replicated all the patches and pockets from the front of his shirt on the front flap on the messenger bag. It's the first diaper bag I've made, but I think it turned out pretty awesome. She loved it so that's all that really matters. (at least I think she did, but then again, what else is she going to say?)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_op4H1u0BOM/UJ_pM2rta2I/AAAAAAAAEFI/KleFR_YCQ0Q/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_op4H1u0BOM/UJ_pM2rta2I/AAAAAAAAEFI/KleFR_YCQ0Q/s640/008.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NJWz7dOscsc/UJ_pWFZ2iPI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/ZB99kb0DhYk/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NJWz7dOscsc/UJ_pWFZ2iPI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/ZB99kb0DhYk/s640/009.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;The baby shower went really great. It was good to see some people I haven't seen in a while and I and so excited for Tawny and Jason!<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tawny with her parents (David &amp; Kellie)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBbdOefY3t4/UJ_pd2T42XI/AAAAAAAAEFY/p2dzIITc7Js/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBbdOefY3t4/UJ_pd2T42XI/AAAAAAAAEFY/p2dzIITc7Js/s640/016.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Tawny &amp; Jason</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqmf8a6rcLQ/UJ_pl7fn-1I/AAAAAAAAEFg/0Eupzu6ewrw/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqmf8a6rcLQ/UJ_pl7fn-1I/AAAAAAAAEFg/0Eupzu6ewrw/s640/017.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Me, Tawny &amp; Linda</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smwuIXBOtvU/UJ_pt448rZI/AAAAAAAAEFs/AP4JCyBz9Js/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smwuIXBOtvU/UJ_pt448rZI/AAAAAAAAEFs/AP4JCyBz9Js/s640/018.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;"Big" Tawny and "Little" Tawny</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs_DzNTfd2s/UJ_p1qQR7SI/AAAAAAAAEF0/Tg7vXFphJqs/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs_DzNTfd2s/UJ_p1qQR7SI/AAAAAAAAEF0/Tg7vXFphJqs/s640/019.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-10877237332505561012012-10-27T21:30:00.000-07:002012-11-11T10:00:25.210-08:00My Silly KidsThere's so much going on that I need to document but I need to take a moment to remembersome of the funny things my kids do on a daily basis.<br /><br />Brayden:<br /><br /><br /><ul><li>"hocked a loogie" (how the heck do you spell that?) into the cupholder in the car. That's not thing funny part. It's absolutely disgusting. What was funny was his reaction. When I chided him for it, he was completely&nbsp;dumbfounded, as if it was the only logical thing he could have done</li><li>He's having a hard time understanding the need for a little aggression in football. At his first game he skipped off the field. Skipped. I about died laughing.</li><li>He spent a half an hour the other day trying to lick his elbow. He swears he did. (pretty positive he didn't)</li><li><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The other night we were eating ice cream and I told Brayden to finish up quickly so we would have time to read (We're reading Indian and the Cupboard as a family). His response? "I'm done. I can eat ice cream anytime but you one read to me once a day!" He walked away from a nearly full bowl of ice cream to read with me. Love my little bookworm!!</span></span></li></ul><div>Tawny:</div><div><ul><li>She named her stuffed dog "Jerrel Princess Hebdon". Sounds good to me.</li><li>She lost her bottom two teeth and is constantly sticking her tongue through the hole.</li><li>We were half way through her game today when I looked down the line of cheerleader and realized her shirt was on backwards. When I told her to change it she said she did it on purpose because she likes the back better than the front</li></ul><div>Ethan</div></div><div><ul><li>He put so many sprinkles on his halloween cookies tonight that I couldn't even see the cookie. Just a pile of sprinkles</li><li><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ethan said prayer by himself the other night. It went something like this "Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for mommy, thank you for green suckers and purple popsicles and ring pops and ice cream. thank you for papa. help us sleep good and please give Ethan lots of ice cream with chocolate and sprinkles. In the name of Jesus Christ Amen." No lie. I was nearly crying by the end of the prayer from trying to hold in my laughter.</span></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">At the football game yesterday he kept hiding his hands inside his sleeves and asking "Mommy, where are my hands? I lost my hands!" in a very serious voice. A few second later he'd pop them out of his sleeves say "Oh here they are!" and laugh and laugh. So cute.</span></span></li></ul><div><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></div></div><div><br /></div>Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-87719342252814428562012-10-07T19:29:00.001-07:002012-10-07T19:29:06.888-07:00Fun Fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This first picture is Tawny's hair for church a few weeks ago. She really love it and insisted I include it on the blog.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J3R_tJPjVjE/UHD_MC-IafI/AAAAAAAAEBw/4CzlAV7uwBU/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J3R_tJPjVjE/UHD_MC-IafI/AAAAAAAAEBw/4CzlAV7uwBU/s640/018.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Brayden and Ethan got to spend a morning on the tractor with Papa. They had so much fun!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZW97SEcxW0/UHD_hoandVI/AAAAAAAAECA/-SyHXaw0WlI/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZW97SEcxW0/UHD_hoandVI/AAAAAAAAECA/-SyHXaw0WlI/s640/005.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfMlui1BGjg/UHD_pa1TC5I/AAAAAAAAECQ/DbBjH2bVfis/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfMlui1BGjg/UHD_pa1TC5I/AAAAAAAAECQ/DbBjH2bVfis/s640/010.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />A few weeks ago Tawny did the high school's cheer clinic and she really enjoyed it. They got to cheer with the high school cheerleaders at a football game and I could tell she felt very important down there on the field.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7iTwQxbUZs/UHD_xttzKMI/AAAAAAAAECY/S6lTbBU7QGo/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7iTwQxbUZs/UHD_xttzKMI/AAAAAAAAECY/S6lTbBU7QGo/s640/017.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>Of course Miss Maddie needed a coordinating outfit.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kyco1H3gXg/UHD_6W7_LoI/AAAAAAAAECg/Uine01fuJFc/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kyco1H3gXg/UHD_6W7_LoI/AAAAAAAAECg/Uine01fuJFc/s640/021.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>so cute!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFewwR6tUCc/UHEADfjpPsI/AAAAAAAAECs/QB5CQrwUaos/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFewwR6tUCc/UHEADfjpPsI/AAAAAAAAECs/QB5CQrwUaos/s640/024.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>The quality isn't great because I'm zoomed way in at night, but she had so much fun and was so cute out there.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xA2vhUT9LW0/UHEAMPpGryI/AAAAAAAAEC0/QvM7Z6qikxQ/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xA2vhUT9LW0/UHEAMPpGryI/AAAAAAAAEC0/QvM7Z6qikxQ/s640/039.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inPp8sVp6Xg/UHEAUMSJDUI/AAAAAAAAEC8/RKvq-pkMN1Y/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inPp8sVp6Xg/UHEAUMSJDUI/AAAAAAAAEC8/RKvq-pkMN1Y/s640/045.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioc7nd_3T3w/UHEAccD40aI/AAAAAAAAEDE/2vl1qRVE7Mw/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioc7nd_3T3w/UHEAccD40aI/AAAAAAAAEDE/2vl1qRVE7Mw/s640/046.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />Maddie got a little tired out so she took a nap on the bottom of the bleachers. I have not idea how she even managed it but I was so glad she did. Otherwise we would have had a cranky little girl.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNx7R4aF8M8/UHEAksjzNAI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/dgvZQjlC5ZI/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNx7R4aF8M8/UHEAksjzNAI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/dgvZQjlC5ZI/s640/049.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Another hair shot. She asked for a "french braid from the top and bottom that met in the middle". She can be so specific!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4XaccihE3I/UHEAs0clwqI/AAAAAAAAEDY/Y-03wabAvDI/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4XaccihE3I/UHEAs0clwqI/AAAAAAAAEDY/Y-03wabAvDI/s640/018.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>One last cute pic to end on. You can see her little lopsided smile here. I love it!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4QtguRLV9vM/UHEA1DTQ6SI/AAAAAAAAEDg/e-e_rVpUdsM/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4QtguRLV9vM/UHEA1DTQ6SI/AAAAAAAAEDg/e-e_rVpUdsM/s640/028.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-63180896347810222372012-09-09T21:33:00.003-07:002012-09-09T21:33:29.482-07:00Cupcake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I feel like Maddie's been a little neglected on the blog recently. And unfortunately I've been slacking with the camera so I don't have too many pictures of her. I need to take so many more because she changing so fast! She is officially a roller! She rolled over for the first time on August 29th and has spent the last few weeks perfecting it. She's especially good at rolling when Ethan helps her out. If I'm not&nbsp;vigilant&nbsp;he'll roll her across the floor like a log. I think it's pretty safe to say that she really hates when he does this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She's so close to consistently sleeping through the night. Most nights she goes down around 7:30 and doesn't wake up until I get up in the morning. I usually get up around 4:30 and I wake her up to eat so I can exercise without feeling uncomfortable. I think she would sleep longer if I let her. Every so often she'll wake up around 1am, but all I have to do is give her her "Maddie-fire" (pacifier) and she'll go right back to sleep. I think this milestone is much more important to me than her!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You can't tell from the pictures, but she smiles all the time. I'm usually just a second to late with the camera. I am definitely her favorite so she'll give me a smile pretty anytime. She definitely loves her daddy too. She's more wary of strangers than I remember my other kids being at this age. She's a momma's girl through and through. I don't mind too much. I love that I can calm her when no body else can. It's nice to feel needed and loved. And nothing melts my heart faster than her smile when she sees me walk into a room. Man I love that little girl!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--KNO3yCmt08/UE1qMF8n4RI/AAAAAAAAEAo/J0pfNBod8JA/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--KNO3yCmt08/UE1qMF8n4RI/AAAAAAAAEAo/J0pfNBod8JA/s640/004.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBBX8_k_n5g/UE1qT4LLNOI/AAAAAAAAEAw/mFC6LNkBUCM/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBBX8_k_n5g/UE1qT4LLNOI/AAAAAAAAEAw/mFC6LNkBUCM/s640/013.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EB9hbIPyi3A/UE1qrGeJ7cI/AAAAAAAAEA4/6yVkrtGNbD0/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EB9hbIPyi3A/UE1qrGeJ7cI/AAAAAAAAEA4/6yVkrtGNbD0/s640/008.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-9858333956436308742012-08-26T20:39:00.002-07:002012-08-26T20:39:38.256-07:00River Time!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We finally made it to the river this summer. It's hard to do with so many little kids plus a little baby. Greg stayed with Maddie at my mom's so I could go have fun. Thanks baby! The kids really loved it. Ethan especially loved riding on "Papa's boat". Brayden and Tawny loved the tube. I just love everything about the river- the sand, the water, the pull of the current, hot wind on your face, tubing, everything.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukGhiyNIni0/UDrpPKsMHcI/AAAAAAAAD-4/Py76O9UX6Ak/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukGhiyNIni0/UDrpPKsMHcI/AAAAAAAAD-4/Py76O9UX6Ak/s640/010.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CW75bWQj8D4/UDrpWqldqZI/AAAAAAAAD_A/lZcLESTkEsM/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CW75bWQj8D4/UDrpWqldqZI/AAAAAAAAD_A/lZcLESTkEsM/s640/011.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cpNaovs-DuI/UDrpeET3TWI/AAAAAAAAD_I/zTN20-ktL7I/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cpNaovs-DuI/UDrpeET3TWI/AAAAAAAAD_I/zTN20-ktL7I/s640/016.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW5npIYG05k/UDrpmJrvSeI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/9c3BZBW6OLY/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW5npIYG05k/UDrpmJrvSeI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/9c3BZBW6OLY/s640/019.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXn_QgFa-vw/UDrpt0la1cI/AAAAAAAAD_c/0fRRU8_LTDw/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXn_QgFa-vw/UDrpt0la1cI/AAAAAAAAD_c/0fRRU8_LTDw/s640/023.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hx28qDT25e0/UDrp14_gJwI/AAAAAAAAD_k/afPqtEGLHa4/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hx28qDT25e0/UDrp14_gJwI/AAAAAAAAD_k/afPqtEGLHa4/s640/027.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />The next morning Greg took the kids for a bike ride. Ethan even got to go in our bike trailer, which he thought was super awesome!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5SdqWggoRc/UDrp91oVMxI/AAAAAAAAD_s/85HYTd_HaUE/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5SdqWggoRc/UDrp91oVMxI/AAAAAAAAD_s/85HYTd_HaUE/s640/029.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-64845887595768456792012-08-26T20:23:00.001-07:002012-08-26T20:23:46.570-07:00First Day of School<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tawny started kindergarten this part Wednesday. Where did the time go? She was excited about every little thing, and not the least bit nervous about anything. I think I had a harder time than she did. Don't mind her swollen right eye. She was bitten by something and her eye was almost swollen shut. What a great way to start kindergarten huh?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0zb3Fg-uK8/UDrkz1KhN6I/AAAAAAAAD9w/Pn7nTi-fymw/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0zb3Fg-uK8/UDrkz1KhN6I/AAAAAAAAD9w/Pn7nTi-fymw/s640/001.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>Grandma came with us too. She had to see her little princess off. Tawny's teacher is Mr Wise and so far Tawny seems to really like him. She says he is nice and never yells. That's a good enough start for me. When she came home after the first day and I asked her how school went she said, "Awesome! Everything was awesome. my teacher is awesome, my friends are awesome, my lunch was awesome, recess was awesome, coloring was awesome. I love school!" I'm so glad she's loving it. Brayden is doing homeschool this year and he loves it too. But I think I'll save that for another post.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3-bDi-_HwA/UDrk8O045FI/AAAAAAAAD94/usNWJI-2Qk4/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3-bDi-_HwA/UDrk8O045FI/AAAAAAAAD94/usNWJI-2Qk4/s640/004.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Maddie hit her 3 month old mark on the first day of school. She's getting so much bigger and happier. A month or so ago we figured out that she's sick when I eat dairy. As long as I don't eat any dairy we have a pretty happy little girl. She doesn't eat at night anymore, but still wakes up on occasion. But all she needs is her pacifier and she goes right back to sleep. She's definitely filling out. Look at those rolls! I love that all my kids have been such chubby babies. She looks a lot like Tawny did at this age. But I think all my kids have looked pretty similar as babies.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lr3WtXVtyCw/UDrlEOhj0nI/AAAAAAAAD-E/PvzINWyjgUM/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lr3WtXVtyCw/UDrlEOhj0nI/AAAAAAAAD-E/PvzINWyjgUM/s640/008.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-91426097896118535032012-08-26T14:39:00.001-07:002012-08-26T20:27:01.269-07:00Happy Birthday E-RexEthan's birthday was three days after Tawny's. It was a busy week! We did a family party for Ethan. I let Brayden and Tawny frost and decorate Ethan's cake. They had tons of fun and Ethan liked it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t88nJns_euo/UDqTbOq6hSI/AAAAAAAAD8I/VKf-CGrku3E/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t88nJns_euo/UDqTbOq6hSI/AAAAAAAAD8I/VKf-CGrku3E/s640/057.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAifEMcEqhg/UDqTi02cs5I/AAAAAAAAD8Q/o94Ii-YdCEo/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAifEMcEqhg/UDqTi02cs5I/AAAAAAAAD8Q/o94Ii-YdCEo/s640/060.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />He liked opening presents once he realized there were new toys inside just for him.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTVyWS9-WGY/UDqTqX8xxzI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/HNlhPFIPo3U/s1600/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTVyWS9-WGY/UDqTqX8xxzI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/HNlhPFIPo3U/s640/064.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />This is his new camera cheesey smile. i kinda really love it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyF2Uhje8f8/UDqS8_uhFaI/AAAAAAAAD78/m2HZsBA5OoI/s1600/089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyF2Uhje8f8/UDqS8_uhFaI/AAAAAAAAD78/m2HZsBA5OoI/s640/089.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtaHUh_l5gk/UDqTycaN9QI/AAAAAAAAD8g/J-d1rebxRKY/s1600/070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtaHUh_l5gk/UDqTycaN9QI/AAAAAAAAD8g/J-d1rebxRKY/s640/070.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;His favorite part of all was his "bir-bay cake". He loved blowing out the candles (which we did over and over) and loved eating it even more. It's been a few weeks and he is still talking about his "bir-bay cake".<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vAFaIW80zwc/UDqS1KBapHI/AAAAAAAAD70/DWyY2LyVZ3w/s1600/076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vAFaIW80zwc/UDqS1KBapHI/AAAAAAAAD70/DWyY2LyVZ3w/s640/076.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;There's that cheesey smile again.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H69fJjyawN0/UDqT6uHv6uI/AAAAAAAAD8s/QYfAwYTeZv8/s1600/081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H69fJjyawN0/UDqT6uHv6uI/AAAAAAAAD8s/QYfAwYTeZv8/s640/081.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKgsc24r4xc/UDqUCOy_DFI/AAAAAAAAD80/4aFnyFeM_Fw/s1600/082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKgsc24r4xc/UDqUCOy_DFI/AAAAAAAAD80/4aFnyFeM_Fw/s640/082.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUxAr5BA1DA/UDqUKdIlERI/AAAAAAAAD88/G_E0gFylr1U/s1600/083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUxAr5BA1DA/UDqUKdIlERI/AAAAAAAAD88/G_E0gFylr1U/s640/083.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Things about Ethan:<br /><br /><ul><li>his new favorite phrase is "you're mean _____" (add whoever he's talking to). Make sure you read it with a super accusatory voice.</li><li>He know nearly all his colors and a lot of his shapes</li><li>He loves books and will sit down and "read" them by himself (he picks one word and says it over and over)</li><li>He LOVES to sing. His favorite songs for the moment are, "popcorn popping", "ABC's", "Twinkle twinkle little star", and "Wheels on the Bus" complete with hand motions. (Twinkle is said "tween-do")</li><li>He also loves his baby sister and always talks to her in this high pitched "baby"voice. Which is really weird because neither Greg or I do that voice. But he does and it's so cute. Sometimes he loves her a little too much</li><li>He speaks really well. It's made life so much simpler because I know what he wants now. I can't always say yes, but at least I know what he is saying.</li><li>He. is. loud. He's definitely all boy. The nickname E-Rex fits him so well because he is destructive and noisy. But he's our little dinosaur and we love him!</li><li>He calls Maddie's pacifier a "maddie-fire"</li><li>He loves the water and would spend the whole day in the pool if we let him</li><li>He's started to correct himself when he catches himself saying a word wrong. recently it's been adding a "s" on the end, especially with "yes". Sometimes he'll say it a few times until he gets it right.</li></ul>Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-10344922216002922242012-08-26T14:17:00.002-07:002012-08-26T14:17:55.125-07:00Happy Birthday Princess Tawny<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tawny turned 5 a few weeks ago and had an awesome birthday! She wanted to have a Pedis by Pool with everything pink. So that's exactly what we did. Pink banners, pink cake, pink favors, pink everything.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iJN9CY2tBS4/UDqIYwOmSHI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/6w_sE-hPPZA/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iJN9CY2tBS4/UDqIYwOmSHI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/6w_sE-hPPZA/s640/001.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJQvfv28MgA/UDqIgvva9kI/AAAAAAAAD4g/JZCrfPrtUpg/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJQvfv28MgA/UDqIgvva9kI/AAAAAAAAD4g/JZCrfPrtUpg/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Her cake had pink fondant ruffles with zebra stripes in the inside. She really really loved her cake. She stood looking at it forever before her party started. It was well worth the time it took me to do it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b84BP9Bkjgk/UDqIo29UixI/AAAAAAAAD4o/GskIt7Ni3jI/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b84BP9Bkjgk/UDqIo29UixI/AAAAAAAAD4o/GskIt7Ni3jI/s640/009.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_IpMMzKWKVY/UDqJASrncjI/AAAAAAAAD5E/iovN2aBIWhI/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_IpMMzKWKVY/UDqJASrncjI/AAAAAAAAD5E/iovN2aBIWhI/s640/022.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;The girls all got pedicures from Amber and my mom. There was definitely a lot of pink and sparkles over here too.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4BtUbg3IaU/UDqIwROBO0I/AAAAAAAAD4w/UOJlTdccZ1k/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4BtUbg3IaU/UDqIwROBO0I/AAAAAAAAD4w/UOJlTdccZ1k/s640/014.JPG" width="640" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7X_N2sZ7orw/UDqI4ey--PI/AAAAAAAAD48/kbflLfOhELU/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7X_N2sZ7orw/UDqI4ey--PI/AAAAAAAAD48/kbflLfOhELU/s640/019.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUnBat_Khp0/UDqJIuj2ZHI/AAAAAAAAD5M/uzhOWi-nlt8/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUnBat_Khp0/UDqJIuj2ZHI/AAAAAAAAD5M/uzhOWi-nlt8/s640/023.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />All of her friends know her so well. She loved every single thing she got.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNyltDnIEnI/UDqJQks36xI/AAAAAAAAD5U/iH5SGKCKBzA/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNyltDnIEnI/UDqJQks36xI/AAAAAAAAD5U/iH5SGKCKBzA/s640/026.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />For the party favors Tawny and I made little pink purses. Tawny picked out the fabric and helped me sew them. We filled them with tiaras, ring pops, and other candy jewelry. All the girls really seemed to like them.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QKnLIZEjGw/UDqO4ud7kcI/AAAAAAAAD7E/N_4ZYSFjmZs/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QKnLIZEjGw/UDqO4ud7kcI/AAAAAAAAD7E/N_4ZYSFjmZs/s640/012.JPG" width="640" /></a>Maddie got to swim for the first time after Tawny's party. She didn't cry, but didn't seem super impressed either.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QKnLIZEjGw/UDqO4ud7kcI/AAAAAAAAD7E/N_4ZYSFjmZs/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNyltDnIEnI/UDqJQks36xI/AAAAAAAAD5U/iH5SGKCKBzA/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QKnLIZEjGw/UDqO4ud7kcI/AAAAAAAAD7E/N_4ZYSFjmZs/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZkF-5_eQas/UDqJZ1JkFzI/AAAAAAAAD5g/sbIu9sujzUY/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZkF-5_eQas/UDqJZ1JkFzI/AAAAAAAAD5g/sbIu9sujzUY/s640/038.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;Even Brayden wanted to get in on the princess fun!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fB4o-YpZ_Y/UDqJhzhIlTI/AAAAAAAAD5o/1KZtYdBwAFs/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fB4o-YpZ_Y/UDqJhzhIlTI/AAAAAAAAD5o/1KZtYdBwAFs/s640/041.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />The next day was Tawny's actual birthday and we did all the family presents then. She mostly got things for school; clothes, shoes, backpack and lunchbox. Of course, most of those were pink, and all of them sparkled. She also got a princess necklace from Grandma Hebdon that she really loves.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRsHA5KMACA/UDqJqEKKzxI/AAAAAAAAD5w/Q9Fk_lwiIfY/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRsHA5KMACA/UDqJqEKKzxI/AAAAAAAAD5w/Q9Fk_lwiIfY/s640/044.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bgUQnloJYE/UDqJyC0tXeI/AAAAAAAAD54/jdWqY_-TRR8/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bgUQnloJYE/UDqJyC0tXeI/AAAAAAAAD54/jdWqY_-TRR8/s640/046.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RStxE8OvphM/UDqJ6d8FTxI/AAAAAAAAD6A/LyCNkR0wyVQ/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RStxE8OvphM/UDqJ6d8FTxI/AAAAAAAAD6A/LyCNkR0wyVQ/s640/051.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUYebT_gHCk/UDqKCxad46I/AAAAAAAAD6M/6TtIk2KR1Cw/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUYebT_gHCk/UDqKCxad46I/AAAAAAAAD6M/6TtIk2KR1Cw/s640/052.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;The kids finished out the night by giving Papa lots of love and attention. Doesn't it look like he's having fun?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgE6LE1dvs8/UDqKK1jATZI/AAAAAAAAD6U/zp9T0-n6niU/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgE6LE1dvs8/UDqKK1jATZI/AAAAAAAAD6U/zp9T0-n6niU/s640/053.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />I can't believe Tawny is already 5. She is such a responsible and caring little girl. She is able to find joy in everything and wants everyone else to be happy too. Some favorite memories:<br /><br /><ul><li>Brayden and her were playing the color game in the pool when Brayden exclaimed "Tawny, sparkle is NOT a color". Maybe not, but it is to her.</li><li>She still says a few words wrong, like pacifier. She says "fa-ci-pier" instead</li><li>She loves making lunch for her and Ethan.</li><li>She paints her own fingernails and toenails. And yes, it looks about how you would expect. But she is so proud of herself that I don't have the heart to fix it.</li><li>She loves church. every single thing about it.</li></ul><div>Happy Birthday Princess. We love you!</div>Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-47167376659108529902012-08-26T13:32:00.002-07:002012-08-26T13:32:58.921-07:00Home Again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While we had so much fun with all our travelling, it was so good to be home. The day after we got home we went to Rosita's with my parents. Ethan was so excited to see his grandma.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6BXeYrBNdY/UDqD3gKpbHI/AAAAAAAAD3A/o7yj90ccuIw/s1600/134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6BXeYrBNdY/UDqD3gKpbHI/AAAAAAAAD3A/o7yj90ccuIw/s640/134.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFhq_ywmxa0/UDqD_C6X_1I/AAAAAAAAD3I/s9qfyVFE1Z8/s1600/135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFhq_ywmxa0/UDqD_C6X_1I/AAAAAAAAD3I/s9qfyVFE1Z8/s640/135.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ed9cb1ShqtY/UDqEHL2wLfI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/zHjHbzx3mIg/s1600/136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ed9cb1ShqtY/UDqEHL2wLfI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/zHjHbzx3mIg/s640/136.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />We tried a few new things for lunch. This was probably the biggest success. We made octopus using hot dogs and spaghetti. The kids thought these were awesome and request them on a daily basis.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LiqNwDivCDQ/UDqEPP0awtI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/sLUnC5_9L4A/s1600/138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LiqNwDivCDQ/UDqEPP0awtI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/sLUnC5_9L4A/s640/138.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Ethan has taken a liking to Maddie's rocker. Whenever he's disappeared this is where I find him.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nauqk6TKzqA/UDqGvsPXD1I/AAAAAAAAD4E/bKoVB3CPFqw/s1600/141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nauqk6TKzqA/UDqGvsPXD1I/AAAAAAAAD4E/bKoVB3CPFqw/s640/141.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNVBEzM70Lg/UDqG3iqZxoI/AAAAAAAAD4M/_RyTtMTL9Gg/s1600/142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNVBEzM70Lg/UDqG3iqZxoI/AAAAAAAAD4M/_RyTtMTL9Gg/s640/142.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We pretty much swim every single day and the kids love it. Ethan has even started cleaning the pool for me. He's so helpful!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AulzDjvhabs/UDqEmhlw5PI/AAAAAAAAD30/BA5Xvcc1Ijw/s1600/143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AulzDjvhabs/UDqEmhlw5PI/AAAAAAAAD30/BA5Xvcc1Ijw/s640/143.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212222140915600921.post-53275667402189606402012-08-14T06:52:00.000-07:002012-08-14T07:04:40.092-07:00Back to Flagstaff Again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The drive from New Mexico was way to far for me to do alone so we stopped in Flagstaff again for a few days. Tawny really enjoyed cleaning Grandma Wanda's house. She washed the table, the cupboards, the stove and finished up with helping Grandma do the dishes. It was so cute!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4cUDD36kx0/UCpUMdj06oI/AAAAAAAAD1M/N1Q7k69P1Ng/s1600/115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4cUDD36kx0/UCpUMdj06oI/AAAAAAAAD1M/N1Q7k69P1Ng/s640/115.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTyKDl2lfQI/UCpUTz7sbzI/AAAAAAAAD1U/8VpwecLRn8w/s1600/116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTyKDl2lfQI/UCpUTz7sbzI/AAAAAAAAD1U/8VpwecLRn8w/s640/116.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Since it was the kids favorite thing, we went back to the train station. It's amazing how much they loved watching the trains go by. I didn't even have to ask for these smiles. They were just so excited!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-siN5F0pjHJo/UCpUboARclI/AAAAAAAAD1c/nlAyautm6J0/s1600/119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-siN5F0pjHJo/UCpUboARclI/AAAAAAAAD1c/nlAyautm6J0/s640/119.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_om87ub_8RM/UCpUjhrXDcI/AAAAAAAAD1k/gCGkCEQyaMo/s1600/121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_om87ub_8RM/UCpUjhrXDcI/AAAAAAAAD1k/gCGkCEQyaMo/s640/121.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Maddie was very concerned with the noise the whole time, but didn't cry at all.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t82RPL9DmTU/UCpUsByijvI/AAAAAAAAD1s/iPr1nq8H9eI/s1600/122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t82RPL9DmTU/UCpUsByijvI/AAAAAAAAD1s/iPr1nq8H9eI/s640/122.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D24yXQjL6eM/UCpU0bC2RbI/AAAAAAAAD14/NHMQUNnjlBA/s1600/124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D24yXQjL6eM/UCpU0bC2RbI/AAAAAAAAD14/NHMQUNnjlBA/s640/124.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-21WYW8SPetg/UCpU8bSWdnI/AAAAAAAAD2A/iIDiSD--mmU/s1600/128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-21WYW8SPetg/UCpU8bSWdnI/AAAAAAAAD2A/iIDiSD--mmU/s640/128.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4IQdArDWDc/UCpVEW-vsAI/AAAAAAAAD2I/xPi4aoGN_Yw/s1600/133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4IQdArDWDc/UCpVEW-vsAI/AAAAAAAAD2I/xPi4aoGN_Yw/s640/133.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Thank you Grandma Wanda for letting us visit and spend so much time with you. They kids really loved it and are still talking about all the fun things we did. They ask every day or two when we are going back. I'm not sure I can handle the traveling alone again any time soon! They were mostly very good, but we had a few incidents. The worst was on the way home from Flagstaff. I stopped on an on ramp to feed Maddie between &nbsp;Phoenix and Blythe. Well, it was hot and she was so tired of being in the car that she didn't really want to cooperate. While I was changing her diaper Tawny says she has to pee urgently. I couldn't leave Maddie so I told Tawny to just pee on the side of the road by herself (she usually needs help when there isn't a toilet, so I already know this is going to end badly). As she is getting out of the car Brayden decides to push her. He pushed her so hard that she flew a few feet from the car. The biggest problem is that there was a pretty steep incline by the side of this on ramp and Tawny tumbled all the way down it into the bushes at the bottom. She still has to pee so ends up needing a change of clothes. Maddie is screaming because I had to abandon her on the floorboard of the car (which wasn't clean at all) to go help Tawny up the&nbsp;embankment. As I get to the top I hear Ethan screaming because he had tore the bottom off his&nbsp;Styrofoam cup that still had a good amount of Icee in it.&nbsp; Luckily we were already on our way home when this happened or I might have cut the trip short!<br /><br /><br />Adena and Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00613613816579736796noreply@blogger.com0